#i am VIBRATING

[onlylostphysics]

every shot of Archie in the S2 trailer

[zappedbyzabka]

All photos (and a gif) of these karate men in one place

[angry-glasses]

HOLD UP. does Jyugo's jailbreaking work via his "emptyness" making it so he wasn't caught to begin with???

[lover-of-mine]

Okay, but like, imagine how much easier to trigger Buck at the cruise it would be if he thinks Chris is mad at him?

[xoxoemynn]

someone: is wrong on the internet

me: I don't care, I don't care, I don't care soooo much it's actually hilarious how much I don't care.

me, in secret: I actually care so much it's impossible for me to care any more, the very thought of making this person realize how wrong they are is consuming my every waking thought

[digitalsymbiote]

Shiny cardboardddd....

[theatrevampire]

i desperately need the iwtv season 2 soundtrack to drop like i am foaming at the mouth right now lol….daniel hart the composer that you are

[hmmidnight-hunt]

Day 4 — Ghost

“Away from prying eyes”

Part 1.

Kinktober day 4: Teratophilia — GN!Reader, Monster!Ghost

NSFW, MDNI — TW: Depiction of murder and violence, blood, vague descriptions of s3xual acts, paranormal

If I can recommend anything for this one, it’s to add Glow by Snow Wife to your playlist while you read it. Absolutely obsessed by this song. Hope y’all enjoy this one as much as I did writing it <3 -Midnight

It’s sweaty. Stuffy. Humid and oppressive. The loud sounds, the overly bright lights, the strangers bumping into you, the yelling.

You are having the time of your life.

Genuinely, this is one of the best Halloween parties you’ve ever been invited to. I guess illegal raves have that charm. Everyone is dancing and laughing, alcohol flowing freely in the guests’ cups, there’s that one cute guy grinding on behind you.

His hands are settled on your waist, although a bit touchy-feely with everything else. You’ve lost track of time, unable to even tell when he first snuck up upon you to start and whisper all sorts of dirty things in your ear.

Not that you’d heard anything over the deafeningly loud music.

It’s a stranger, and maybe that’s part of the thrill. You two are sharing a moment, and soon enough it’ll be gone, just like it never existed. It’s exciting.

“Want to ditch?” You offer, lulling your head back against the man’s torso to almost yell in his ear. It makes him wince. It makes you laugh.

“‘Course.”

You turn around and grab his hand. It’s easy, finding a hot ex frat boy willing to follow you home and spend the night with you. It’s easy, and it’s how you like it. With a gentle tug, you guide him through the dense crowd, hips swaying their way out. The nameless man licks his lips as he follows, gaze wandering down on the way the rainbow flashing lights highlight your body with each step.

The cold autumn air greets your exposed skin with a sharp bite as soon as you step out into the night. The stranger soothes the shivers on your spine with a caress. Maybe an attempt at coming off as romantic. It doesn’t work very well when you’re quite literally leading the man towards your car for some adult fun.

It isn’t much warmer inside the red Vauxhall Astra MK1, but at the very least it shields you from the wind outside. The passenger door shuts right as you make contact, engaging the reverse gear to back out of the tight spot the vehicle is parked in.

“What’re ya doin’, doll?” The stranger asks, raising a brow at you.

“I’m not a fan of prying eyes… I know a spot close to here.” It’s the truth. You smile at him, innocence mixing with the enticing glimmer that dances in your eyes.

“Alrighty then. You’re a needy one, yeah? Skipping right to the main course…” He laughs, and you feel a hand slip over your thigh.

It is a quick drive to the nearby forest, the rave’s sounds now only a distant mutter. The full moon is beautiful, shining silver down upon the bright red paint of your car. She plays hide and seek behind passing trees. Your passenger gets impatient. You pull up and stop the engine, parking it close to a small river stream.

It’s beautiful. It’s peaceful. It’s perfect.

“And I’m the needy one?” You chuckle, turning to him. He mirrors your laughter, fingertips inching higher between your legs. He does not answer, but he does lean in to kiss you, his other arm resting on the top of your car seat – right behind your head.

The man stops right in his tracks. “D’you hear that?” There’s a tinge of nervousness in his voice when he turns his head to look into the depths of the woods.

“No, keep going… Or we can leave if you’re afraid,” you tease, biting the fat of your bottom lip. Men like him never back down when you question their ego. His lips twist into a carnal grin.

“Ah, you wish,” He replies.

Things get heated quickly; hands get lost grabbing at each other’s bodies, unbuttoning shirts and pants, pulling on hair. The jock moans into your neck, tongue busy tasting your warm skin. “I’m gonna show ya what a real man feels like, babe.” His tone is so cocky it makes you snicker. Still, you arch your back and part your legs, just like he expects.

“Yeah? Go on then, pretty boy, show me what you’re made of.”

You close your eyes, anticipation curling your lips into a foxy grin. He hums in satisfaction, ego swollen with pride at your words.

There’s a bit of ruffling, wet sounds reaching your ears, movement over you. The wind feels cold on your skin. You bite back a smile when whimpers fill up the car and drown out the radio. You don't even realise how your thighs press together, intoxicated in the moment.

Suddenly, a warm liquid seeps through your remaining clothes. You gasp, soon followed by a light chuckle. “Already? You didn’t even let the fun start. You made a mess in my car…” You note, opening your eyes, “Again.”

Again? Wasn’t he a stranger? What do you mean, again?

There’s blood everywhere around you, on you, staining the seats, soaking the carpet. And two yellow orbs looking back at you.

“You know I hate when they put their filthy hands on you,” The shadow growls. “They touch what’s mine, they die. Simple math.”

The car door opens with a click, phantom tendrils of pure darkness filling the car up and curling around your body. Slowly, it lifts you and pulls you out of the Vauxhall. It’s gentle, but it’s possessive.

You smile, wrapping your arms around the concealed humanoid shape you are pressed against. There is blood dripping from his mouth. God, you’ve never wanted to kiss him more than you do now.

“Hey there, Ghost…”

[jessbakescakes]

From Janel Moloney’s instagram story!

[mcbscientist]

IT’S 2024 AND NO ONE KNOWS THEY’RE ENGAGED!!!

[morethansky]

I have been waiting TWO AND A HALF YEARS for Hunter and Crosshair to have another conversation, and I can’t believe it’s finally happening tonight!!!

And we know regardless of how badly it might go, Crosshair still chooses to stay and Hunter still allows him to!!!!!!!!

[lewishamiltonstuff]

11 years together.

7 WDCs

8 WCCs

A contract on the table

A line was crossed!!!!

[bougiebutchbitch]

BABYGIRL JUST GOT SHOT

[bloopitynoot]

the way in which the season three trailer for Vox Machina is fueling me right now

[embraceweird]

I'm already crying from just the tlovm s3 TRAILER!!

What is this season going to do to me 😭😭

[cdelphiki]

Jason woke up alone for the first time the next morning. 

It’d been more than 24 hours since he got shot, he was pretty sure, he’d just slept through most of the day after his surgery. Time was meaningless when trapped in a hospital bed. Or. A Batcave medbay bed.

He wasn’t really sure what to think of being alone, though. On the one hand, it meant they trusted him a little, right? But on the other… 

As Jason reached over for the remote on the bedside table, he froze. Because he wasn’t alone. 

Tim Drake was sitting at the Batcomputer, a couple dozen feet from the threshold to the medbay. And he was staring over at Jason, now that Jason was moving.

So he wasn’t alone. He was still being babysat.

And Tim wasn’t banned from the cave, or from being near Jason. 

Well. No real telling, there. Maybe Tim had to retreat, now that Jason was awake. They all knew Jason wouldn’t be able to get up fast. 

Slowly, Jason pressed down on the sit up button, and tried to stay relaxed as he sat up. He looked up at Tim, to see him still staring. 

“Hey, kid,” he said, loudly, trying his best for nonchalance. As if it was totally normal for he and Tim to be alone. 

“Hi,” Tim said back, slowly, almost cautiously. He stared for a few seconds longer, then looked back at the computer and went back to typing. 

Yep. Totally normal.